Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or the characters... yeah, that's all
I can say about that, at the moment .
Warnings: shounen-ai, just like the last chapters... heh, now still 1+2/mild 2+1, because of the way Duo is... heh... 5+2, 4+2 and even 3+2..! *gasps* don't let it bother you... . *snickers* anyways, OOC... er, OOC everyone! except Duo, I think... oh yeah, thanks for being so patient *bows in thanks*
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Duo snickered evilly, as he doodled on Quatre's stationary. He couldn't help it. He was in a slightly foul mood since breakfast. Reaching for a red pen, Duo held up the expensive paper, with a doodling of Relena drawn on it.
Duo held his arm up, poised, for a moment. Then in a swift motion, he brought it down, stabbing the pen through the paper. Duo continued this action, several times. Until the Relena doodle wasn't even recognized. In fact, the stationary only had one large hole where the doodle orignally was.
Feeling slightly calmer, Duo crumpled the stationary, and tossed it in the trash. Then he stood up and walked out of the den. It was awfully quiet today.
Duo found himself wishing it were the way it was three days ago. He grinned. Heero threatening to kill anyone who even looked at or touched Duo a certain way. "Those were the days," Duo mused, to himself, only half- joking.
The American sighed, and strolled around the mansion.
***
The other three pilots also noticed the drastic change. And it wasn't very comforting. Quatre sighed, "we have to get things back to the way they were..."
Wufei rolled his eyes, "how do you suggest we do that?"
The Arabian looked thoughtful.
"What do you mean, 'back to the way they were'?" Trowa asked, confused. "You mean back to when Heero would nearly kill us for even touching or looking at Duo..?"
Quatre grinned, "that's it! That'll get things loud and back to normal around here!"
Trowa shook his head, "Quatre, in case you haven't noticed, this is exactly how things were, BEFORE Duo found about Heero's infatuation..." he reminded the younger pilot.
Quatre shrugged, "and I got used to it... didn't you?"
Trowa blinked, then shrugged. Wufei pursed his lips, "yes, I got used to it..." he admitted.
Trowa stared at him, in shock. "Are you kidding!? You're the one he was mainly jealous of... you know that right!?"
The Chinese pilot shrugged, "yes... it gave me a decent work-out at least..." he replied.
Quatre snickered, while Trowa rolled his eyes.
"Admit it, Barton..." Wufei said, dryly. "If we don't get those two together, back to where they were getting, then this place will be quiet all the time... which isn't fun, in my opinion..."
"Since when did you care about fun..?" Trowa asked, sarcastically.
"Okay, if that doesn't convince you..." Quatre stood up, and turned Trowa's chair, so he could see out the livingroom. Just in time to see Duo walk by, his hands in his pockets, as he strolled around the mansion, looking unbelievably bored. Trowa actually flinched at the sight of the American.
"Well?" Quatre pressed.
Sighing, Trowa nodded, "let's see if we can get things back to where they were..." he agreed.
***
Heero was in a daze. That was all that could be described. No way could Relena have that powerful of an affect on him. Wufei leaned on the wall, watching Heero, carefully. It has been hours since Relena left. And Wing's pilot still looked like a zombie.
"Wufei..."
Nataku's pilot blinked, and glanced down at the communicator, blinking insistantly, so he grabbed it. "What?"
"Duo's on his way..."
"Why do I have to do this!?" Wufei demanded.
The Arabian rolled his eyes, "because, Heero gets jealous of you, mainly...remember?" he retorted.
Wufei scowled, "Barton, promise to shoot me, once I'm done..." he grumbled.
"Roger..." Trowa said, with a small smirk.
"No, no shooting each other... we just have to get the old Heero back..."
"The old Heero never threatened to kill us, just for touching his beloved baka..!" Wufei snapped.
"Fine, the Old New Heero..." Quatre ammended.
Wufei blinked. Convinced that if he were an anime character right then, an anime sweatdrop would appear on his head.[1]
After a few moments, Wufei started pacing. How could he do this? He never kissed anyone before. Well, with a few exceptions. But kissing Maxwell!? In front of Heero, no less? It was suicide! Wufei may have just handed Heero a gun, say "I just asked Duo to marry me..." then turn around and await the inevitable.
Before Wufei could let his thoughts wander any further, Duo rounded the corner. "Heh, hey Wu-chan... whatcha doin?"
Wufei froze, hearing another set of footsteps approaching. "Is that Yuy, Maxwell?"
Duo raised an eyebrow, and glanced over Wufei's shoulder, "yeah... why?"
"If you can't carry out this simple of a mission, Wufei, then you're a weak soldier..." Trowa had taunted him, with a smug smirk. Wufei scowled, Barton was obviously enjoying Wufei's entire ordeal. But he wasn't sure if Trowa's taunt was supposed to be some odd form of a peptalk, or just simple teasing.
But Wufei was certain of one thing. He wasn't weak, nor a coward.
Shakily, Wufei released a breath. Then he grabbed Duo's shoulders firmly, and spun quickly, thus dipping Duo low to the floor.
"What the hell..!?" Duo started to ask, then was abruptly cut off, as Wufei kissed him, deeply.
The kiss between both pilots lasted for several minutes. Wufei frowned, nothing. No death threats, no bullets fired at him. Wufei released Duo's mouth from his and glanced around. Heero just walked by!?
"Damnit..!" he growled, dropping Duo to the floor.
"Itai!" Duo spat, then he was on his feet, glaring at Wufei, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WU-CHAN!?!? IT DOESN'T HURT TO ASK, YOU KNOW..!? WHERE'S YOUR MANNERS!?!?" he started to rant.
Wufei ignored him, as he rubbed his face, tiredly. Not the way things were supposed to go. He patted Duo's shoulder, "uh, sorry about that, Maxwell... it was an accident..." he said, slowly. Then he felt himself starting to blush as Duo gaped at him, incredulously. So, the Chinese pilot spun on his heel, and walked briskly down the hall.
"An accident..? An accident!? You call kissing me like that, an accident?!" Duo called after him. Then the braided boy felt laughter starting to escape this mouth. After his mild laughing fit died down, Duo grinned. "Thanks Wu- chan... that cheered me up..."
***
"And?!" Quatre pressed.
"And nothing... Yuy just walked by, as if nothing was even happening..."
"Heero was well gone after the first few seconds, Wufei... you didn't have to kiss Duo that long, you know..." Trowa said, with a smirk. Wufei glared at him, while Quatre laughed, lightly.
"What now..?" Wufei demanded.
"Next up, is Quatre..." Trowa answered with a grin.
"What!?" Quatre squeaked.
Wufei smirked, "that may work... Yuy was jealous of Winner first..."
"Exactly..."
"Waitasecond... what about you, Trowa!? All those things you did to Duo last night..!" Quatre demanded.
Trowa shrugged, "I'll be last resort..."
"Why?" Quatre and Wufei asked, in unison, both of their eyebrows raised, in question.
"Easy... I'm a very seductive kinda guy..." the green-eyed pilot replied.
Wufei and Quatre looked at each other, then Trowa, then each other again. And burst out laughing.
Trowa blinked, trying to feel mildly offended. But couldn't. That WAS a pretty ridiculous thing he said. But who cared? Wufei and Quatre weren't arguing anymore. Trowa smirked, in triumph.
***
Quatre sighed. The things he did for his friends! Shaking his head, the Arabian once again regretted saving Relena from Heero's wrath. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't be going through all this.
Screwing up his courage, Quatre walked into the kitchen. Heero sat at the table, calmly typing at his laptop. A bit slower then he normally typed, but typing nontheless. Duo was digging in the fridge for a snack. Neither pilots spoke to each other.
Quatre shook his head, at the tension in the room. He swallowed, and walked up to Duo.
"What're you doing, Duo?"
Duo pushed a 6-pack of root beer aside, "looking for food... I'm starving..." he answered. Then Duo straightened up, examining an old container. Hesitantly, Duo pulled up the lid. He gagged, and slammed it shut again.
"Uhhh, what was that..?" Quatre asked, confused.
"Potato salad.. from last year's barbecue..." Duo replied, tossed the container in the trash, and headed for the door.
Quatre quickly grabbed Duo's wrist, "Duo... uhhhh..."
The American blinked, and turned back around, facing the younger pilot, "huh?"
Quatre offered him a shy smile, "uhhh, this may not be the time, but I was wondering... if you wouldn't mind coming with me..."
Duo tilted his head, a familiar gesture when he grew intrigued. "Where to?"
Quatre felt himself beginning to blush, get it over with..! he told himself firmly. Quatre let his hand slide down, so he then held Duo's hand instead. The Arabian looked up at him, "well... if you're not too busy... maybe you can join me, on a trip to Arabia... just you and me..?" he said, slowly, adding emphasis on the last sentence.
Duo's jaw dropped. Was Quatre putting the moves on him!? Duo gulped, then he froze, as Quatre gently ran his thumb over Duo's knuckles. The braided boy took a breath, and jerked his hand back, "heh, thanks anyways... Cat... but, I uhhh, can't... because, I, uhhhh... have to, ummmm... wash my hair... yeah! heh, that's it... wash my hair, and that could take hours..!" Duo blurted out, all in one breath.
Quatre raised an eyebrow, "you're sure..?"
Duo nodded, vigorusly, "mm-hmm, yup, positive! yuh-huh!" then he backed up, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Quatre sighed, relieved that Duo never accepted. Sure Quatre liked Duo, very much. But only as a friend. Then the Arabian remembered the reason he even asked. He glanced at Heero, hesitantly. Heero was staring at the laptop screen, not typing anymore.
"Heero..?"
No answer.
Okay, this was starting to scare him, so Quatre quickly ran out of the kitchen, towards Wufei's room, to fill in the the other pilots.
***
"He didn't do a thing!?" Wufei and Trowa both demanded. Quatre shook his head.
Trowa snickered, "I would've loved to see Duo's expression..."
Wufei then grinned, "hey, so would I... how'd he look, Winner?"
"Uhhh, not very comfortable, that's for sure..." the blonde said, with a sheepish smile. The two older pilots started laughing hysterically.
"Well, Casanova... I believe it's your turn..." Quatre pointed out. Trowa blinked, then sighed.
"Honestly, I thought you two would have affected Heero in some way... whereas I just might not..."
"That's no excuse, Barton... now get going!" Wufei barked. Trowa shook his head.
Wufei and Quatre glanced at each other. "See?" Quatre asked, smugly.
Wufei grimaced, "yeah yeah... I'll get you your money, later... let's get him downstairs now..." he said, with a sigh. Quatre nodded.
Trowa stepped back. Only to get attacked by two pilots, one with jet-black hair, the other with platinum blonde hair. And both were surprisingly strong, when they were working together!
"Got his legs?"
"Yeah... don't drop his head... he won't be of much help, if he's unconscious..."
"Point taken..."
Trowa struggled, "LEMME GO! I WAS KIDDING! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, ANYWAYS!?!?"
"Be charming..." both pilots answered, smugly.
***
Duo hummed to himself, flipping through his magazine. Then he blinked, seeing a figure resembling Trowa just get tossed into the living room in the corner of his eye. His arrival was confirmed with a pleasant THUMP! and a grunted "WHOOF!"
Duo lowered the magazine, just as Trowa popped up from behind the sofa, seemingly out of nowhere. The braided boy started to snicker at the amusing entrance he had the honour of catching Trowa do.
Trowa pursed his lips. How was he supposed to do this!? Then he remembered a cartoon he saw a few days back. Something about a love-crazed skunk?[2]
With a sigh, Trowa bounded up to Duo, and sat next to him, as close as he possibly could.
Duo raised an eyebrow, "uhhh, hey Tro... what's up?" Trowa snatched up Duo's hand, and began to kiss it, repeatedly.
Duo's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell are you doing..!?" he blurted out, trying to pull his hand away.
"Do not fight the love that we are both experiencing, darling..." Trowa said, and continued kissing the shocked American's hand.
"Are you insane!?!?"
"If you mean insane your your love, then I must say, yes!" Trowa started kissing Duo's hand at a more quickened pace, heading northward, up his arm.
"Ack! Knock it off!" Duo snapped, and shoved Trowa's face away.
"Why must you deny the love we are both clearly feeling, dearest!?" Trowa cried, as Duo pushed him back.
"Okay, Trowa... I dunno what's wrong with you, but I think you hit your head when you hit the floor..." Duo started to say.
Trowa quickly knocked Duo's arm aside, and scooted closer to him, wrapping his arms around Duo's waist and pulled him close. "I have never had an affair before... I am shy... but, I am also... willing, and..."
Duo's eyes widened, "you lunatic!" he yelped, and pushed Trowa away. Then as a last resort, he punched Trowa in the head.
Trowa blinked, Duo took Trowa's stunned moment as the chance to escape. He pushed the slightly taller teenager back, got to his feet, and made a mad dash out the livingroom.
Trowa sat up, rubbing the side of his face, where Duo hit him. He was grateful the braided boy didn't use his hard punch on him[3]. He blinked, hearing hysterical laughter. He glanced at the door, seeing Wufei and Quatre, leaning against each other, laughing like there was tomorrow.
"He is being coy, no?" Wufei choked out, then laughed harder.
"Aww, how sweet... he is playing hard-to-get..." Quatre said, with an exaggerated french accent. Both pilots were sent into more laughter.
Trowa grinned, "he is finding us a lovenest..." he retorted as he got up, and started to bound out of the livingroom, after Duo. Wufei and Quatre started to laugh harder(if it were possible) at Trowa's exit.
***
Duo leaned on the wall, panting as he clutched at his chest. "Why does this seem so familiar..?" he wondered.
"Yoo-hoo! I am looking to find you..!" he heard Trowa call. Duo had the urge to laugh. But, he was a bit concerned for Trowa's health at the moment. Then two hands covered Duo's eyes.
"Guess who..."
"ACK!" Duo spun around, shoving the person back, and made a mad dash down the hall, and down the stairs. He had to find Heero!
Trowa laid, sprawled out on the floor, snickering. This was actually kind of fun. He got up, and thought for a moment. Hmmmm, If he knew Duo... Grinning, Trowa ran in the opposite direction. He saw Heero a few minutes ago, in the kitchen.
***
Duo ran into the kitchen, only to run straight into the arms of Trowa!
"What the hell!? How did you..!?"
Trowa spun around, dipping Duo, as he ran his hand down Duo's braid. "I have waited so long for this moment, just you and I... I and you... together, for all eternity..." Trowa purred.
Duo's eyes widened again, "Trowa, you're startin to scare me..."
Then Trowa's shoulder was grabbed, roughly. Then he was spun around, and staring into a pair of cold, hard prussian blue eyes.
"Oh no..." Trowa thought. He's back to normal!?
"Hey, Hee-chan... how're you feelin?" Duo asked, with a faint grin.
"Hn." Heero grabbed Duo from Trowa's grasp, and held him close, protectively.
Trowa fidgeted, where were Quatre and Wufei!?
***
Quatre and Wufei lay on the floor, laughing hysterically.
"This is too funny!!!" Wufei howled out.
"Shhh, shhh..!" Quatre hissed between his snickers, as he turned up the volume on his communicator.
***
"Uhhhh, heh, hey Heero... feeling back to normal, huh?" Trowa asked, slowly. Heero narrowed his eyes.
"What were you doing with Duo?"
"Ummm, hitting on him..?"
"I figured as much..." Heero said, coldly, and held up a gun, aiming it directly at Trowa's forehead.
"Hey, Hee-chan, that's not necessary... at least I got SOME attention today..." Duo muttered.
"Huh?"
"You've been a zombie all day, because of of some pacifist princess, who shall remain nameless," he said, bitterly.
"What!? You think I was acting that way, because of Relena?!" Heero asked, in shock.
"What? You weren't?"
Heero shook his head, beginning to blush, "Duo... I... you never kissed me... like that before... it... it just took some time... for me to, to... let it sink in..." he said, sheepishly.
Duo blinked, "so waitasec... you were like that all morning, because of me...? Because of what I did, this morning?"
Heero smiled, sheepishly and nodded.
"Hey! That's great!" Duo said, with a grin.
Trowa swallowed, "awww, that IS great... but may I remind you both THAT I HAVE A GUN AIMED AT ME, READY TO BLOW MY BRAINS OUT!!!???
Heero turned back at Trowa, glaring at him. "What the hell were you doing, Trowa!?" he demanded.
"Trying to get you back to normal... can you put down the gun now!?"
Heero sighed, and lowered his prized 9mm.
Wufei and Quatre ran in, then froze. Seeing Heero holding Duo, Duo grinning, and Trowa just getting the gun, aimed at him, lowered.
"Uhhh, the cavalry's here?" Quatre said, with a weak grin.
Wufei snickered.
"My heroes..." Trowa said, bitterly.
"Oh! Pepe le Peau!!! That's who you reminded me of!" Duo declared, pointing at Trowa.
"That's his name?" Trowa asked, confused. Duo nodded.
***
All five pilots sat calmly around the kitchen table, eating their late lunches.
"If Relena comes by again, I swear Heero... you don't have to lift a trigger finger, I'll kill her myself..." Duo growled. Heero smiled.
Quatre shook his head. Relena was still needed for peace. But she was making things very difficult for Heero and Duo, then...
DING DONG
"Oh no..."
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[1] heh, it just seemed funny to me, at the time ^^()
[2] *snickers* I'm being a dork, that's all... you know who it is? *grins* Pepe le Peau, of course... and he's property of Warner Bros., not me, heh ^^()
[3] Duo's supposed to be an expert and hand-to-hand combat... so, I'll assume his hard punches must hurt like hell... er, he can't hurt Heero, though, can he? (e.g. Endless Waltz) ^^() heh
Warnings: shounen-ai, just like the last chapters... heh, now still 1+2/mild 2+1, because of the way Duo is... heh... 5+2, 4+2 and even 3+2..! *gasps* don't let it bother you... . *snickers* anyways, OOC... er, OOC everyone! except Duo, I think... oh yeah, thanks for being so patient *bows in thanks*
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Duo snickered evilly, as he doodled on Quatre's stationary. He couldn't help it. He was in a slightly foul mood since breakfast. Reaching for a red pen, Duo held up the expensive paper, with a doodling of Relena drawn on it.
Duo held his arm up, poised, for a moment. Then in a swift motion, he brought it down, stabbing the pen through the paper. Duo continued this action, several times. Until the Relena doodle wasn't even recognized. In fact, the stationary only had one large hole where the doodle orignally was.
Feeling slightly calmer, Duo crumpled the stationary, and tossed it in the trash. Then he stood up and walked out of the den. It was awfully quiet today.
Duo found himself wishing it were the way it was three days ago. He grinned. Heero threatening to kill anyone who even looked at or touched Duo a certain way. "Those were the days," Duo mused, to himself, only half- joking.
The American sighed, and strolled around the mansion.
***
The other three pilots also noticed the drastic change. And it wasn't very comforting. Quatre sighed, "we have to get things back to the way they were..."
Wufei rolled his eyes, "how do you suggest we do that?"
The Arabian looked thoughtful.
"What do you mean, 'back to the way they were'?" Trowa asked, confused. "You mean back to when Heero would nearly kill us for even touching or looking at Duo..?"
Quatre grinned, "that's it! That'll get things loud and back to normal around here!"
Trowa shook his head, "Quatre, in case you haven't noticed, this is exactly how things were, BEFORE Duo found about Heero's infatuation..." he reminded the younger pilot.
Quatre shrugged, "and I got used to it... didn't you?"
Trowa blinked, then shrugged. Wufei pursed his lips, "yes, I got used to it..." he admitted.
Trowa stared at him, in shock. "Are you kidding!? You're the one he was mainly jealous of... you know that right!?"
The Chinese pilot shrugged, "yes... it gave me a decent work-out at least..." he replied.
Quatre snickered, while Trowa rolled his eyes.
"Admit it, Barton..." Wufei said, dryly. "If we don't get those two together, back to where they were getting, then this place will be quiet all the time... which isn't fun, in my opinion..."
"Since when did you care about fun..?" Trowa asked, sarcastically.
"Okay, if that doesn't convince you..." Quatre stood up, and turned Trowa's chair, so he could see out the livingroom. Just in time to see Duo walk by, his hands in his pockets, as he strolled around the mansion, looking unbelievably bored. Trowa actually flinched at the sight of the American.
"Well?" Quatre pressed.
Sighing, Trowa nodded, "let's see if we can get things back to where they were..." he agreed.
***
Heero was in a daze. That was all that could be described. No way could Relena have that powerful of an affect on him. Wufei leaned on the wall, watching Heero, carefully. It has been hours since Relena left. And Wing's pilot still looked like a zombie.
"Wufei..."
Nataku's pilot blinked, and glanced down at the communicator, blinking insistantly, so he grabbed it. "What?"
"Duo's on his way..."
"Why do I have to do this!?" Wufei demanded.
The Arabian rolled his eyes, "because, Heero gets jealous of you, mainly...remember?" he retorted.
Wufei scowled, "Barton, promise to shoot me, once I'm done..." he grumbled.
"Roger..." Trowa said, with a small smirk.
"No, no shooting each other... we just have to get the old Heero back..."
"The old Heero never threatened to kill us, just for touching his beloved baka..!" Wufei snapped.
"Fine, the Old New Heero..." Quatre ammended.
Wufei blinked. Convinced that if he were an anime character right then, an anime sweatdrop would appear on his head.[1]
After a few moments, Wufei started pacing. How could he do this? He never kissed anyone before. Well, with a few exceptions. But kissing Maxwell!? In front of Heero, no less? It was suicide! Wufei may have just handed Heero a gun, say "I just asked Duo to marry me..." then turn around and await the inevitable.
Before Wufei could let his thoughts wander any further, Duo rounded the corner. "Heh, hey Wu-chan... whatcha doin?"
Wufei froze, hearing another set of footsteps approaching. "Is that Yuy, Maxwell?"
Duo raised an eyebrow, and glanced over Wufei's shoulder, "yeah... why?"
"If you can't carry out this simple of a mission, Wufei, then you're a weak soldier..." Trowa had taunted him, with a smug smirk. Wufei scowled, Barton was obviously enjoying Wufei's entire ordeal. But he wasn't sure if Trowa's taunt was supposed to be some odd form of a peptalk, or just simple teasing.
But Wufei was certain of one thing. He wasn't weak, nor a coward.
Shakily, Wufei released a breath. Then he grabbed Duo's shoulders firmly, and spun quickly, thus dipping Duo low to the floor.
"What the hell..!?" Duo started to ask, then was abruptly cut off, as Wufei kissed him, deeply.
The kiss between both pilots lasted for several minutes. Wufei frowned, nothing. No death threats, no bullets fired at him. Wufei released Duo's mouth from his and glanced around. Heero just walked by!?
"Damnit..!" he growled, dropping Duo to the floor.
"Itai!" Duo spat, then he was on his feet, glaring at Wufei, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WU-CHAN!?!? IT DOESN'T HURT TO ASK, YOU KNOW..!? WHERE'S YOUR MANNERS!?!?" he started to rant.
Wufei ignored him, as he rubbed his face, tiredly. Not the way things were supposed to go. He patted Duo's shoulder, "uh, sorry about that, Maxwell... it was an accident..." he said, slowly. Then he felt himself starting to blush as Duo gaped at him, incredulously. So, the Chinese pilot spun on his heel, and walked briskly down the hall.
"An accident..? An accident!? You call kissing me like that, an accident?!" Duo called after him. Then the braided boy felt laughter starting to escape this mouth. After his mild laughing fit died down, Duo grinned. "Thanks Wu- chan... that cheered me up..."
***
"And?!" Quatre pressed.
"And nothing... Yuy just walked by, as if nothing was even happening..."
"Heero was well gone after the first few seconds, Wufei... you didn't have to kiss Duo that long, you know..." Trowa said, with a smirk. Wufei glared at him, while Quatre laughed, lightly.
"What now..?" Wufei demanded.
"Next up, is Quatre..." Trowa answered with a grin.
"What!?" Quatre squeaked.
Wufei smirked, "that may work... Yuy was jealous of Winner first..."
"Exactly..."
"Waitasecond... what about you, Trowa!? All those things you did to Duo last night..!" Quatre demanded.
Trowa shrugged, "I'll be last resort..."
"Why?" Quatre and Wufei asked, in unison, both of their eyebrows raised, in question.
"Easy... I'm a very seductive kinda guy..." the green-eyed pilot replied.
Wufei and Quatre looked at each other, then Trowa, then each other again. And burst out laughing.
Trowa blinked, trying to feel mildly offended. But couldn't. That WAS a pretty ridiculous thing he said. But who cared? Wufei and Quatre weren't arguing anymore. Trowa smirked, in triumph.
***
Quatre sighed. The things he did for his friends! Shaking his head, the Arabian once again regretted saving Relena from Heero's wrath. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't be going through all this.
Screwing up his courage, Quatre walked into the kitchen. Heero sat at the table, calmly typing at his laptop. A bit slower then he normally typed, but typing nontheless. Duo was digging in the fridge for a snack. Neither pilots spoke to each other.
Quatre shook his head, at the tension in the room. He swallowed, and walked up to Duo.
"What're you doing, Duo?"
Duo pushed a 6-pack of root beer aside, "looking for food... I'm starving..." he answered. Then Duo straightened up, examining an old container. Hesitantly, Duo pulled up the lid. He gagged, and slammed it shut again.
"Uhhh, what was that..?" Quatre asked, confused.
"Potato salad.. from last year's barbecue..." Duo replied, tossed the container in the trash, and headed for the door.
Quatre quickly grabbed Duo's wrist, "Duo... uhhhh..."
The American blinked, and turned back around, facing the younger pilot, "huh?"
Quatre offered him a shy smile, "uhhh, this may not be the time, but I was wondering... if you wouldn't mind coming with me..."
Duo tilted his head, a familiar gesture when he grew intrigued. "Where to?"
Quatre felt himself beginning to blush, get it over with..! he told himself firmly. Quatre let his hand slide down, so he then held Duo's hand instead. The Arabian looked up at him, "well... if you're not too busy... maybe you can join me, on a trip to Arabia... just you and me..?" he said, slowly, adding emphasis on the last sentence.
Duo's jaw dropped. Was Quatre putting the moves on him!? Duo gulped, then he froze, as Quatre gently ran his thumb over Duo's knuckles. The braided boy took a breath, and jerked his hand back, "heh, thanks anyways... Cat... but, I uhhh, can't... because, I, uhhhh... have to, ummmm... wash my hair... yeah! heh, that's it... wash my hair, and that could take hours..!" Duo blurted out, all in one breath.
Quatre raised an eyebrow, "you're sure..?"
Duo nodded, vigorusly, "mm-hmm, yup, positive! yuh-huh!" then he backed up, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Quatre sighed, relieved that Duo never accepted. Sure Quatre liked Duo, very much. But only as a friend. Then the Arabian remembered the reason he even asked. He glanced at Heero, hesitantly. Heero was staring at the laptop screen, not typing anymore.
"Heero..?"
No answer.
Okay, this was starting to scare him, so Quatre quickly ran out of the kitchen, towards Wufei's room, to fill in the the other pilots.
***
"He didn't do a thing!?" Wufei and Trowa both demanded. Quatre shook his head.
Trowa snickered, "I would've loved to see Duo's expression..."
Wufei then grinned, "hey, so would I... how'd he look, Winner?"
"Uhhh, not very comfortable, that's for sure..." the blonde said, with a sheepish smile. The two older pilots started laughing hysterically.
"Well, Casanova... I believe it's your turn..." Quatre pointed out. Trowa blinked, then sighed.
"Honestly, I thought you two would have affected Heero in some way... whereas I just might not..."
"That's no excuse, Barton... now get going!" Wufei barked. Trowa shook his head.
Wufei and Quatre glanced at each other. "See?" Quatre asked, smugly.
Wufei grimaced, "yeah yeah... I'll get you your money, later... let's get him downstairs now..." he said, with a sigh. Quatre nodded.
Trowa stepped back. Only to get attacked by two pilots, one with jet-black hair, the other with platinum blonde hair. And both were surprisingly strong, when they were working together!
"Got his legs?"
"Yeah... don't drop his head... he won't be of much help, if he's unconscious..."
"Point taken..."
Trowa struggled, "LEMME GO! I WAS KIDDING! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, ANYWAYS!?!?"
"Be charming..." both pilots answered, smugly.
***
Duo hummed to himself, flipping through his magazine. Then he blinked, seeing a figure resembling Trowa just get tossed into the living room in the corner of his eye. His arrival was confirmed with a pleasant THUMP! and a grunted "WHOOF!"
Duo lowered the magazine, just as Trowa popped up from behind the sofa, seemingly out of nowhere. The braided boy started to snicker at the amusing entrance he had the honour of catching Trowa do.
Trowa pursed his lips. How was he supposed to do this!? Then he remembered a cartoon he saw a few days back. Something about a love-crazed skunk?[2]
With a sigh, Trowa bounded up to Duo, and sat next to him, as close as he possibly could.
Duo raised an eyebrow, "uhhh, hey Tro... what's up?" Trowa snatched up Duo's hand, and began to kiss it, repeatedly.
Duo's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell are you doing..!?" he blurted out, trying to pull his hand away.
"Do not fight the love that we are both experiencing, darling..." Trowa said, and continued kissing the shocked American's hand.
"Are you insane!?!?"
"If you mean insane your your love, then I must say, yes!" Trowa started kissing Duo's hand at a more quickened pace, heading northward, up his arm.
"Ack! Knock it off!" Duo snapped, and shoved Trowa's face away.
"Why must you deny the love we are both clearly feeling, dearest!?" Trowa cried, as Duo pushed him back.
"Okay, Trowa... I dunno what's wrong with you, but I think you hit your head when you hit the floor..." Duo started to say.
Trowa quickly knocked Duo's arm aside, and scooted closer to him, wrapping his arms around Duo's waist and pulled him close. "I have never had an affair before... I am shy... but, I am also... willing, and..."
Duo's eyes widened, "you lunatic!" he yelped, and pushed Trowa away. Then as a last resort, he punched Trowa in the head.
Trowa blinked, Duo took Trowa's stunned moment as the chance to escape. He pushed the slightly taller teenager back, got to his feet, and made a mad dash out the livingroom.
Trowa sat up, rubbing the side of his face, where Duo hit him. He was grateful the braided boy didn't use his hard punch on him[3]. He blinked, hearing hysterical laughter. He glanced at the door, seeing Wufei and Quatre, leaning against each other, laughing like there was tomorrow.
"He is being coy, no?" Wufei choked out, then laughed harder.
"Aww, how sweet... he is playing hard-to-get..." Quatre said, with an exaggerated french accent. Both pilots were sent into more laughter.
Trowa grinned, "he is finding us a lovenest..." he retorted as he got up, and started to bound out of the livingroom, after Duo. Wufei and Quatre started to laugh harder(if it were possible) at Trowa's exit.
***
Duo leaned on the wall, panting as he clutched at his chest. "Why does this seem so familiar..?" he wondered.
"Yoo-hoo! I am looking to find you..!" he heard Trowa call. Duo had the urge to laugh. But, he was a bit concerned for Trowa's health at the moment. Then two hands covered Duo's eyes.
"Guess who..."
"ACK!" Duo spun around, shoving the person back, and made a mad dash down the hall, and down the stairs. He had to find Heero!
Trowa laid, sprawled out on the floor, snickering. This was actually kind of fun. He got up, and thought for a moment. Hmmmm, If he knew Duo... Grinning, Trowa ran in the opposite direction. He saw Heero a few minutes ago, in the kitchen.
***
Duo ran into the kitchen, only to run straight into the arms of Trowa!
"What the hell!? How did you..!?"
Trowa spun around, dipping Duo, as he ran his hand down Duo's braid. "I have waited so long for this moment, just you and I... I and you... together, for all eternity..." Trowa purred.
Duo's eyes widened again, "Trowa, you're startin to scare me..."
Then Trowa's shoulder was grabbed, roughly. Then he was spun around, and staring into a pair of cold, hard prussian blue eyes.
"Oh no..." Trowa thought. He's back to normal!?
"Hey, Hee-chan... how're you feelin?" Duo asked, with a faint grin.
"Hn." Heero grabbed Duo from Trowa's grasp, and held him close, protectively.
Trowa fidgeted, where were Quatre and Wufei!?
***
Quatre and Wufei lay on the floor, laughing hysterically.
"This is too funny!!!" Wufei howled out.
"Shhh, shhh..!" Quatre hissed between his snickers, as he turned up the volume on his communicator.
***
"Uhhhh, heh, hey Heero... feeling back to normal, huh?" Trowa asked, slowly. Heero narrowed his eyes.
"What were you doing with Duo?"
"Ummm, hitting on him..?"
"I figured as much..." Heero said, coldly, and held up a gun, aiming it directly at Trowa's forehead.
"Hey, Hee-chan, that's not necessary... at least I got SOME attention today..." Duo muttered.
"Huh?"
"You've been a zombie all day, because of of some pacifist princess, who shall remain nameless," he said, bitterly.
"What!? You think I was acting that way, because of Relena?!" Heero asked, in shock.
"What? You weren't?"
Heero shook his head, beginning to blush, "Duo... I... you never kissed me... like that before... it... it just took some time... for me to, to... let it sink in..." he said, sheepishly.
Duo blinked, "so waitasec... you were like that all morning, because of me...? Because of what I did, this morning?"
Heero smiled, sheepishly and nodded.
"Hey! That's great!" Duo said, with a grin.
Trowa swallowed, "awww, that IS great... but may I remind you both THAT I HAVE A GUN AIMED AT ME, READY TO BLOW MY BRAINS OUT!!!???
Heero turned back at Trowa, glaring at him. "What the hell were you doing, Trowa!?" he demanded.
"Trying to get you back to normal... can you put down the gun now!?"
Heero sighed, and lowered his prized 9mm.
Wufei and Quatre ran in, then froze. Seeing Heero holding Duo, Duo grinning, and Trowa just getting the gun, aimed at him, lowered.
"Uhhh, the cavalry's here?" Quatre said, with a weak grin.
Wufei snickered.
"My heroes..." Trowa said, bitterly.
"Oh! Pepe le Peau!!! That's who you reminded me of!" Duo declared, pointing at Trowa.
"That's his name?" Trowa asked, confused. Duo nodded.
***
All five pilots sat calmly around the kitchen table, eating their late lunches.
"If Relena comes by again, I swear Heero... you don't have to lift a trigger finger, I'll kill her myself..." Duo growled. Heero smiled.
Quatre shook his head. Relena was still needed for peace. But she was making things very difficult for Heero and Duo, then...
DING DONG
"Oh no..."
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[1] heh, it just seemed funny to me, at the time ^^()
[2] *snickers* I'm being a dork, that's all... you know who it is? *grins* Pepe le Peau, of course... and he's property of Warner Bros., not me, heh ^^()
[3] Duo's supposed to be an expert and hand-to-hand combat... so, I'll assume his hard punches must hurt like hell... er, he can't hurt Heero, though, can he? (e.g. Endless Waltz) ^^() heh